pervyoldguy

Hope is the thing with razors
That perches in the bowel,
And no matter how you strain and groan
It makes you want to howl.

--popular English Dept. doggerel (w apologies to Miss Dickinson).

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

--T.S. Eliot